I want to thank Natasha for having me here at her blog
again. She’s been a great friend and I’m always happy to hang out with her. I’m
showcasing my latest release, Drawn Together.

It’s my first outing from
Ellora’s Cave.

What’s the book about? Teachers! I spent time teaching art
and I used that experience to create Tessa, the heroine. She’s got flaws, but
also a heart of gold. Graig is thought to be a typical jock, but he’s more than
meets the eye. When these two get together, the sparks fly. Why don’t you check
it out for yourself?

Drawn Together by
Wendi Zwaduk

Ellora’s Cave

Novella

M/F, Spanking, Light BDSM

Graig Case wants to teach history and coach baseball. Plain
and simple. But nothing in his life has been simple. He’s also got a secret. He
loves to watch the sexy woman across the courtyard dance. He’d love for his
fantasy girl to be his best friend, but fantasy and reality don’t always mix.

Tessa Martin has given up on love. She’s played second
fiddle most of her life. Guys like hanging out with her. But being one of the
guys doesn’t keep her warm at night. Still, she indulges in her one
treat—dancing naked at night for Graig. No emotions involved means no one gets
hurt.

Except when they end up working in the same school, in the
same hallway. Then all bets are off.

Inside Scoop: This lucky hero gets to take control when
his new girl encourages him to spank her.

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Artists do it dirty.

He loved the poster on her wall. Such an odd item
for the bedroom wall of an adult woman, but then again, he liked it, so maybe
he was just as odd. Didn’t really matter. Once the woman caught him watching
her, well, the game would be over.

Graig settled back into the easy chair he’d moved
into his bedroom. He checked his watch once more. Eleven o’clock. Just about
time for her to come into her bedroom.

He shouldn’t watch her. Shouldn’t be turned on by
the sway of her hips as she shimmied out of her jeans. But damn. She moved like
she knew he was there.

The light flicked on, bathing the room across the
courtyard in warmth. Thank God they both lived on the top floor with balconies
blocking the view to the apartments below. Any lower and everyone else would be
able to see her. Blood pounded in his veins and heat flooded his body. Any
moment now. The woman stepped into frame. She unwound the elastic from her hair
and tossed her dark tresses over her shoulder. The scent of strawberry floated
to him. Her perfume? The scent of her shampoo? Probably his mind playing tricks
on him, but he didn’t care. He licked his lips. Just to grab hold of the silky
locks and bury his face in them.

She looked so damn familiar, but he’d never
ventured across the courtyard to get a better look. She reminded him of the
minx from the school. Tessa didn’t strike him as the type to dance in front of
an open window. She came across so stiff and proper, not at all like the
vibrant babe he loved to watch. Maybe if she peeled back the layers surrounding
her and lived a little. Maybe. God, he wanted her to be Tessa. The resemblance
was uncanny.

The woman turned her back to him and rolled her
shoulders. Graig rubbed his flattened palm across his torso. His nipples beaded.
From his touch or the vision of her? Both worked for him. She rested her hands
on her hips, drawing his attention to her ass. A nice, plush bottom, perfect
for slapping during sex and sinful when she danced.

He prayed she’d turn on her stereo. Not for the
music, although sometimes he caught faint snippets of her selections. He wanted
the music to accompany her dance. God, he’d come in his hand just from watching
her move to whatever sensual beat she blasted from her stereo.

She snapped her fingers and left the frame of the
window. Graig shot forward in his seat. Oh hell no, this wasn’t allowed to be
over so soon. His heart raced. “I am too attached to this mystery woman, but
damn,” he mumbled and closed his eyes. “I’m not done.”

Graig gripped the arms of the chair, ready to
vacate his bedroom. Without her on display, going to bed wasn’t in the cards.
He opened his eyes and watched the window.

Tingles shot from his toes to his brain to his
cock. She was naked.

“Whoa,” he whispered. Full breasts bounced with her
every step. Pink tinged nipples pointed to him. A thin thatch of curls
protected her pussy. His lips parted and he gasped for air. For the first time
since he’d started watching her, she stared in his direction. Could she see
him? She cupped her breasts, giving her nipples a squeeze. Had to be Tessa or
her damned twin. Did she have a twin? Not that he knew of. He couldn’t help
wanting the fantasy girl to be the woman he craved—to be Tessa.

“Come
on, Tessa. Show me everything.”

Here’s a little bit about Wendi Zwaduk:

I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark,
and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman
keeping him in line. I love playing
with words and letting the characters run wild.

NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance
romanceall feature prominently in my
books. I also write under the pen name
of Megan Slayer. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love
hearing from readers!